survived the Sunday family Bavarian aunt in Monaco, here I am more tired than before to start over ... the last week before returning to Italy for a week. Yesterday I ate a bit of Bavarian specialties, including the goose in the oven. It 'good, I did not! And woe betide anyone who tries to say that I am a cannibal! Christina's aunt is a mad as a hatter, he speaks as a maker of food, china (Rosenthal knows what, as Meissen and so on ...) and cribs. He has the passion, I would call it sickness, make the clothes to the characters of the nativity. Only old clothes of cloth baroque, very refined, processed in any detail ... the beads on the mantle, used as jewelry earrings, the shoes made from leather bags to buy market flea. And then with the three Magi, with the china frog. It 's a woman who has traveled extensively with her husband, cooking delicious things, including an apple strudel phenomenal. Except that after a while you rintontisce, maybe even speak Italian.
I find that the Germans, however, have many more interests of Italians are always looking for something, you're mad, I do not know someone who does not have a particular hobby. And their houses seem almost museum, full of weird and wonderful objects, each of which has stories to tell. We love the simplicity of most homes sober ... but I do not know if it is a reflection of our little time and little desire to get as excited about something, or is part of our DNA. We have yet to reflect.
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